Last Lab Luck

I have the worst Lab luck ever. I think in the history of Juilliard Play Labs.
Here's a chronology:

YEAR ONE

1st Lab: SPLINTERS. Room = 100 degrees. Play runs long. Really long.

2nd Lab: CARTHAGE. Marsha has emergency, cannot make it. Talkback = disaster. Crazy person in room. Actor tells me to cut entire scene. I am forced to actually talk back.

3rd Lab: The Tag Play Lab (all of the writers do one scene and pass it on). Um... if you were there... you know.

YEAR TWO

4th Lab: MAN-MADE. Marsha out of town doing amazing things with The Color Purple. Former Juilliard alum comes in to sort of take her place. Talkback = odd, but not disaster! Things are looking up!

5th Lab: THE CHILDREN OF DENTISTS. All seems to be going well! One of my labs? What? Finally! And then the fire alarm goes off.

So today is the Anonymous Playwrights Monologues Lab, in which all the playwrights wrote one or two monologues, and we're presenting them to the school anonymously although some are much more obvious than others. Also, it's the last lab of the year and my last lab ever. And two hours before the lab-- the last lab of the year and my last lab ever-- my actress has an emergency trip to the dentist and CANNOT SPEAK. Last minute substitution time!

Yup, that sounds about right.